Chapter 1218

"You kid, you're not very mature at ordinary times. Why are you so fragile today." Zhao Changyuan smiled weakly and sat on the edge of the bed, unable to lift his arms.

"Brother Shen, you finally wake up." Zhang Linfeng ignored Zhao Changyuan's sarcasm and rushed to Zhao Changyuan's bed with a sob.

"Stop crying." Zhao changyuanjun's face showed a gentle and spoiled look, whispered, with a hoarse and morbid voice.

"Brother Shen, are you okay? Sister Su, she also fainted. I don't know what to do. " Zhang Linfeng raised his head and two strings of crystal tears on his small face, just like a child's cry.

"I'm fine. Just cultivate yourself. What's the matter with Gong Yueyue?" Zhao Changyuan glanced at Gong Yueyue, his black eyes full of worry and heartache.

"Sister Su told her that she fainted after I coated her with golden sore medicine. She hasn't woken up until now." Zhang Linfeng sobbed.

"She's so badly hurt that she'll pass out." Zhao Changyuan pursed his lips, and the bottom of his eyes couldn't bear it.

"Brother Shen, what can I do to wake sister Su up?" Zhang Linfeng looked up and asked. He knew Zhao Changyuan couldn't move at this time.

Zhao Changyuan smiled bitterly and shook his head. Practicing medicine is so simple that he doesn't have to study hard for so many years.

"Don't worry. First help brother Shen find something to eat. When brother Shen recovers some strength, go to see your sister su." Zhao Changyuan endured his heartache and whispered to Zhang Linfeng.

"I'll go now." Zhang Linfeng wiped his tears, grabbed the oil paper umbrella that Gong Yueyue had left and rushed out of the wooden house.

Zhang Linfeng can't cook even more, but at least Gong Yueyue left a lot of wrinkles. Zhang Linfeng is smart. He has seen Zhao Changyuan make a fire before. After groping for a few times, he raised the fire and began to heat it.

"Go and eat the rest." Zhao Changyuan said in a warm voice.

"I'd better feed you first." Zhang Linfeng tooted his mouth, grabbed the bowl from Zhao Changyuan's trembling hand, and said proudly with a small face.

Zhao Changyuan was stunned for a moment, and then he was very happy to open his mouth and smile. He didn't let a child feed, so he agreed directly.

Zhang Linfeng tooted his mouth, held the mouth of the bowl, dug up the white porridge with small hands and handed it to Zhao Changyuan. His white face was full of seriousness.

The cold wind outside the house roared, but inside the house at this moment, it was full of warmth.

After eating a bowl of porridge, Zhao Changyuan's body warmed a lot, and his weak limbs injected a little strength. After a little rest, he could barely get up.

"Go and have something to eat. I'll show junior sister." Zhao Changyuan got out of bed, moved to Gong Yueyue, sat down, gasped slightly and said to Zhang Linfeng.

"I'm not hungry." Zhang Linfeng shook his head, squatted beside them and stared at Zhao Changyuan's actions.

Zhao Changyuan didn't say much. His black eyes looked at Gong Yueyue solemnly and looked at Gong Yueyue. When Zhang Linfeng stabbed several wounds with simple and clumsy techniques, his heart still trembled.

"Finally, I still can't protect you." Zhao Changyuan was filled with bitterness and useless anger at himself.

If it were not for himself, those dangers would not find Gong Yueyue and Zhang Linfeng. With a heavy sigh at the bottom of his heart, Zhao Changyuan put away his messy mind, put his fingers out and put them on Gong Yueyue's wrist.

Gong Yueyue's skin is as cold as his own body temperature, leaving only a little warmth.

"Where are the clothes I changed?" Zhao Changyuan put his fingers on Gong Yueyue, his pale face gradually dignified, tilted his head and asked Zhang Linfeng in a deep voice.

"I'll bring it for you." Zhang Linfeng got up, quickly ran to one side and took Zhao Changyuan's wet clothes.

"It's all wet." Zhao Changyuan frowned, took his clothes and began to grope.

Half of the medicine bags have been soaked in water and need to be dried, and I don't know whether the medicine is still there. But there was still half left. Zhao Changyuan was glad that he was packed in medicine bottles and was not wet by the heavy rain.

The silver needle cloth bag carried by Zhao Changyuan was still well hidden in the sleeve compartment. After Zhao Changyuan took it out, he spread it on his legs, pinched the silver needle, and carefully inserted silver needles into Gong Yueyue's palm.

This process lasted for less than half an hour, during which Zhao Changyuan's palm was shaking, but the moment of needle dropping was extremely accurate and calm.

Zhang Linfeng has been staring at Zhao Changyuan. Seeing that Zhao Changyuan has finished the needle application, he immediately politely put away the silver needle for Zhao Changyuan, and then stared at Gong Yueyue.

"Elder martial sister should wake up tomorrow." Zhao Changyuan gently breathed out a breath and applied the needle. A little strength accumulated all over was consumed again.

"Brother Shen, sister Su, she suffered such a heavy injury and shed so much blood. Will she be all right?" Zhang Linfeng bit his lips and asked carefully. His eyes turned red again.

"Don't worry, brother Shen will not let her have anything." Zhao Changyuan comforted Zhang Linfeng with a warm voice. He didn't know how many times he had said this.

Now, even Zhao Changyuan wants to laugh at himself. If it weren't for himself, would Gong Yueyue be like this today?

If Shifu and Shiniang knew about it, they would be very disappointed with me.

Zhao Changyuan lowered his head and collected his black eyes. He always looked calm and confident. At this time, he was full of loss and decadence.

"Brother Shen, what's the matter with you?" Zhang Linfeng frowned sensitively, stared at Zhao Changyuan and whispered.

"I may be a little tired." Zhao Changyuan looked up and smiled slightly. The loss and decadence in the black eyes are all hidden, and Zhang Linfeng doesn't want to see it.

"Put the younger martial sister on the bed first." Zhao Changyuan said.

"OK." Zhang Linfeng nodded heavily.

With the concerted efforts of Zhang Linfeng and Zhao Changyuan, Gong Yueyue was finally placed on the nearest bed.

Zhao Changyuan gently covered Gong Yueyue with a quilt, tucked in the quilt corner, stared at Gong Yueyue's bloody pretty face and fell into meditation.

"Go to sleep. We'll leave here when the rain stops tomorrow." After a moment of silence, Zhao Changyuan pulled up Zhang Linfeng's small hand.

"Yes." Zhang Linfeng was very obedient at the moment, and honestly squeezed into a small bed with Zhao Changyuan.

After a night's sleep, the dream was full of messy and flustered scenes, and the faces of various people flashed. When Zhao Changyuan woke up, what he could think of in his mind was the face of senior sister Liu Ru and Gong Yueyue.

He raised his hand and pinched the corner of his forehead. Zhao Changyuan found that his strength had recovered half, and his mind seemed to be sober a lot. I went to see Zhang Linfeng, who was still sleeping. It seems that it was something before, which made Zhang Linfeng's little body unbearable.

"Sleep." Zhao Changyuan smiled in a low voice, got out of bed gently and came to Gong Yueyue's bed.

Gong Yueyue breathed evenly and her pretty face was stable. If it weren't for the exquisite and lovely face, it would be almost the same as Gong Yueyue's usual sleeping appearance.